Open Poetry #23 |
hardwood handlebars |
Drexler_McStyles Member
since 2002-11-18
Posts 195Venice, Ca |
hardwood handlebars turning rabbit stew ingredients into a microcosm for heresy is as confounding as the motives behind a woman’s inquest into the debauchery lifestyle the spots of blood the bloodshot eyes these are things prevalent to the inevitable sentencing and I am not a thing that scurries I am a thing that defines with some vague precision things unfaithful (to the delusion) wiping tarnish from the clouds when the talisman has been altered doesn’t mean that I don’t see the conceit in your reprieves it doesn’t mean I forget so easily what my own eyes have seen shelter under the vinyl top of an old Camaro fills my ears with memories of escapist summers below the mexican border no boxes to pack no letters to sign just a longing and the rest of your life |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
that's enough, isn't it? |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
I am a thing that defines with some vague precision things unfaithful (to the delusion) Love that line. |
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